The Sharing: Rebellion From Within

[traycon3]

((Why don't you guys get in a ship and go join aquwaigher--who apparently wanted to see just how badly I could misspell his new name... ))

[morfowt]

((I'm still thinking of my next move...will post again as soon as I can adequately think of something lol))

like traycon said, get on a ship and come with me, otherwise I'll just have my character leave without you.

[Myitt]

((Then we can all meet up, yay!  I'll post later today guys ^^))
((As promised! And yeah...Gerlan is familiar...did I steal it from someone?  Yeah, I think it's someone's Andalite character's name, this friend of mine from another forum a while back....^^;  Wow, I haven't thought of her and that character in a long time.  Yeah, apparently my subconscious is a plagiariser x3 Let's run with it in honor of...um, the other Gerlan? ^^;)


"Gerlan's our resident Doogie Howser," Myitt smiled.  "He's the medic.  And we're lucky to have him, besides him there's only a handful of EMTs and an ex-school nurse."  She rolled her eyes.  "Ger's host Shizuo is an actual surgeon.  Harvard Med, no lie."  She giggled softly, shaking her head.  "I don't think he planned to do his residency this far abroad.  So they're good with humans.  As if that wasn't good enough, Gerlan was trained in reconstructive science during the war on the Hork-Bajir homeworld."  She looked down a bit.  Not a pleasant subject, perhaps.

The little band of outcasts made their way down the hallway without further incident--again most of the denizens of this underground base were human.  Or at least, mostly human. 

At the end of the metallic corridor Myitt held up a bandaged hand in front of an unmarked black metal doorway.  "Wait here," she said patiently, pressing her hand against a black panel next to the door, and it slid open in a pleasantly stereotypical sci-fi sort of way.  The room into which she led them, Corliss trailing behind them all, was brightly lit and smelled like antiseptic.  A number of cots ringed the room, some of them occupied.  On one sat a big male Hork-Bajir, glaring at the floor, his lower left leg amputated (or disintegrated?) below his knee.  In another a 30-something blonde woman slept, her head bandaged. 

A Japanese man in his early 30s stood by the Hork-Bajir, speaking quietly to him.  The big reptilian creature growled a reply that actually had a couple of English words in it, but was mostly unintelligible to anyone who didn't understand Hork-Bajir and Galard. 

Myitt cleared her throat.  "Heya, Ger, Shizuo my man.  We come bearing uh, the walking wounded."  She gestured to the rest of the band.  Corliss wriggled his fingers weakly in a little wave.

"Yeah mate, not a moment too soon, Mike's gonna f***in' collapse on me 'ere," Corliss breathed. 

Gerlan stepped away from the Hork-Bajir, patting him on the shoulder, and strode over to the group.  He looked everyone over.

"Well, welcome to the base," he said distractedly, peering carefully at Corliss' wounded shoulder, then at Tia.  "Wish it were under better circumstances.  Myitt, why do you always bring these new recruits to me looking like hamburger?"

"Because it's fun, alright?" Myitt said snarkily, crossing her arms. 

"I don't believe we've met," Gerlan said to Tia/Norpo, then looking over at Aurora.  "I'm Dr. Maeda, call me Shizuo." He smiled warmly.  "And Gerlan, of course.  Sit down on one of the beds, we'll get those wounds cleaned."  He looked at Myitt.  "You bandaged them, thank you," he added in Yeerkish, leading them along. 

[Terenia]

Aurora's eyes darted from the seemingly kind doctor to the Hork-Bajir sitting on the cot. She stood rigidly in the doorway, making no movement into the room.

[traycon3]

((Haha! I knew it! Your screen name has been driving me crazy, and once you mentioned Gerlan, it sort of clicked. I think I actually rped with you like...maybe twice. But I used to have emoticon wars with...was it Ket?...whomever played Gerlan all the time! And I won't if you won't...mostly because I've lost contact with her, but that's beside the point...Though I'm honestly not sure why your name stuck in my head... ))

"Norpo. And Tia, but she's not allowed to speak right now because I don't think you want to see just how many curse words how many languages she knows. To sum it up, she says that you should really get her arm fixed because the meds are starting to wear off. Add explicitives where you will."

[yrkd88]

(Yep good ol' Ket aka Jamie...friend of mine as well^^)

Reshnar was heading towards the hangar bay where all the ships were kept. She had just finished being briefed (more or less chewed out) by Visser Three, who had instructed her and Illrid to accompany Estril in an attempt to track down the traitors.

Normally, Reshnar worked by herself, given that most people couldn't stand to work with her and her constant attitude anyway. {Ah, I believe this is it} she said, as she walked up to the ship she was scheduled to leave on. {Don't talk to me you filthy b****} Denise growled threateningly. {I wasn't talking to you, Human} she sneered back, as she sent another 'crippling' memory to her host.

Reshnar gave a sadistic laugh of pleasure at her host's response. {Good, I believe we are on the same page now, eh?} she taunted. {F*** off escargot!} Denise responded. Reshnar just laughed as she shoved another painful memory at the woman. {Go ahead, insult me...nothing gives me more pleasure than bringing you down} said the Yeerk smugly. {In fact, I sincerely hope that you continue to do so, my little pet}.

Reshnar stepped aboard the ship, and spotted Estril sitting at the console. "Ah, my good friend Estril...long time no see" she said with a smirk. "I see the Visser still hasn't trusted you enough to give you an actual ship" said Reshnar with a laugh, happily taking a poke at the fact that the ship was one of the older models.

((hehehe reshnar is such a b**** ))

[morfowt]

"I'm surprised he trusts you enough to be in the same room with you." Estril said back. "I certainly wouldn't. Not unless forced to."
<<Sounds like you and Reshnar don't seem to get along well.>> Tyronne said.
<<you could say that>> Estril said back.
"It doesn't matter anyway. I've found out what we were looking for. The..." Estril suddenly noticed the other girl that was in the room.
"Who're you?" he asked.

[Myitt]

((Oh yeah, Jamie!  I wonder how she's doing these days...wherever you are, this post's fer you.  Wow, I am great at making toasts. x3  Yeah traycon I think we were both at either the AnimorFic boards or someplace like that...))


Shizuo nodded and sat Tia/Norpo down on an empty cot.  "Let me get that bandage off and see what I can do for you."  He brought Corliss over to another bed and strode to the little array of black panels along the wall, like cabinets without any handles.  Waving a hand next to them slid out a number of compartments, from which the medic took a series of medical items.  Some looked ordinary, like sterile packages of scissors and metal clamps from any post-op surgeon's office.  Another couple of devices were made of that same strange black metal, and looked more like weapons than anything else.  He also grabbed a small spray bottle and put that into his pocket.  Myitt stepped over and helped the doctor bring these items to a tray next to Tia's bed. 

"I'm going to have to call in an attendant for your brother," Gerlan said, quietly assuming partial control.  "He needs attention quickly."  He drew a small black square from his black uniform--very undoctor-like attire, except for the stethoscope around his neck--and spoke briefly into it, telling someone named Fernak to come to the medical bay.  He returned the comm link to his pocket and began dressing Tia's wound.  "Here, inhale this," he said patiently, giving her a stronger version of the sprayable medicine and then returning the bottle to the tray.  "It will help with the pain."  Once the bandage was off he inspected Tia's bleeding arm carefully.  "Hmm, you're quite lucky.  The burn cauterized most of the bleeding and it only grazed your humerus.  We can fix that with a little morphogenic protein.  I want you to tell me if you can feel this?"  He gently pressed down on the palm of her limp hand.

Myitt looked around and finally seemed to notice that Aurora was still standing in the hatchway, unable to move.  She got up from where she had parked herself next to Corliss, and walked over to the doorway. 

Reven, caught up outside in the hall orchestrating the cleanup of their ship via comm link, was pacing back and forth arguing in a foreign language into the little device.  He sighed exhasperatedly.  "Myitt," he said breathlessly.  "I have to oversee the cleanup, quarantine's going nuts over whatever that thing was.  Bunch of incompetent dapsen.  Like they've never seen a migo before." 

"Right, and you have?" Myitt asked, hands on her hips.  "A little warning would've been nice, we almost got our asses handed to us!"

"I'm not your biology teacher," Reven said flatly.  Even he looked at Aurora now.  "Is she alright?"

Myitt shook her head and turned to Aurora, gently patting her on the back.  "Hey.  You want Shizuo to give you something to help calm you down?  You must be starving, holy christ, I don't think any of us have eaten since breakfast.  Before the tentacle monsters."  She paused.  Tara spoke, shifting her weight a little.  She spoke in a much gentler tone.  "Look, this is a shock.  Believe me, I know.  But everything is going to be alright.  Okay?  I promise." She smiled mirthlessly.  "I didn't think I'd make it, either, go nuts or something.  But I'm not too crazy, am I?" The smile broadened.

<Speak for yourself,> Myitt laughed. 

The medic named Fernak, whose host was an EMT, stepped past them into the room without only a brief nod.  "Morning, Reven," he said, then disappeared past Aurora and went to help treat Corliss, who was now barely conscious from the pain.

[Terenia]

At the mention of food, Aurora's stomach let out a painfully loud growl, and her pale face gained a small amount of color.

"Um...food...yeah. I guess I am a bit hungry."

[Myitt]

Reven sighed, looking at a black band around his wrist, which popped up a holographic window scrolling text.  "I can't ignore them any longer," he said wearily.  "I'll be back, alright?" He nodded at Myitt.  "Feel better, alright kid?" Reven/Jimmy smiled at Aurora and walked off in the direction of the hangar bay.  Funny, a teenager probably younger than Aurora herself calling her 'kid'.

Myitt led Aurora into the room and sat her on a bed across from Tia.  "You want to eat here or in the cafeteria?"  She blinked, considering.  "I think we should eat here, if the sick bay weirds you out, you aren't gonna like the way a Taxxon eats..."

She walked over to Corliss' bed.  "How's he doing?" Myitt asked Fernak, who was applying some kind of thick pink stuff to the bleeding wound in her brother's host's shoulder.  The white bone of his scapula was visible now that his uniform had been properly cut away in that spot. 

"Beautiful," Corliss answered painfully, teeth gritted.

"He'll recover," Fernak said calmly as he worked.  His host was in his 30s, and had balding sandy hair.  "They're lucky sons of b*tches, this shot just missed his subclavian artery."  He held up a small greenish cube, and the resulting hologram superimposed itself on Mike's left shoulder.  It displayed a rather shocking living x-ray of Mike's insides, full color, the wound cutting through muscle and bone just above a massive vein and artery. 

"It's my damn fault," Myitt said, shaking her head. 

"'ey, if you don't shut up about it, I'll deliberately get worse on yer," Corliss said, smiling.

After a moment Myitt remembered Aurora again, and went over to a little cupboard that had a small supply of instant food.  She brought a small soup container over to Aurora.  "You ever seen one of these?" she asked, turning the little container over and inconspicuously making sure it hadn't expired years earlier.  It was only a month out of date.  "Supposed to just press in the top of the thing, and it creates an exothermic reaction around the inside.  Instant chemicals in a can.  Leave it to...uh..."  She peered at the label.  "Campbell's, right?"  She pressed in the top of the container and handed it to Aurora.  It had a lid that allowed the soup--tomato--to be drinkable right from the cup.  "We can get something more substantial in a little while."

[traycon3]

"Sort of," Tia had replied when Gerlan had asked. "Feels kind of like when I got myself electrocuted a few months ago."
When Myitt had sat Aurora down and started talking about Taxxon eating habbits, she replied, "Yeah, why do you think I'm vegitarian."

[Myitt]

Gerlan nodded.  "As long as it you can feel something.  I don't think there's much nerve damage." 

"Hey, aren't we all?" Myitt said with a self-deprecating laugh.  "A little photosynthetic humor."

<Emphasis on the synthetic,> Tara said, mentally rolling her eyes.

"Okay, really bad humor," Myitt corrected, stalking back to the cabinets.

Gerlan took a black device that looked like a flat iron and pressed it gently against Tia's cleaned wound.  "Sorry about this," he said apologetically, then pressed the identical red buttons on either side of the thing's handle.  There was a hissing sound as pink stuff melted around Tia's bruised humerus, starting the reconstructive process around her bones and some of the musculature.  Tendrils of smoke rose from the wound, like the grey bandage material had done, and even with the painkillers it was still quite a bit painful.  It soon faded, and Gerlan let Shizuo inject a local antibiotic and dress the wound in a layer of the grey stuff, then a layer of regular gauze.  "Old habits,' Shizuo said with a sheepish smile as he taped it firmly.  "It will be painful for a while, but Tylenol works just as well as the nizfanthen.  The bandage and the reconstructive plastic will do the job of stitching it back together better than I ever could." 

"You want any soup?" Myitt said, coming over with a couple of little containers and peering skeptically at them.  "Me, I think I'll pass," Tara added, grumbling.

[traycon3]

Tia's eyes were squeezed shut, and she was breathing slowly, trying to ignore the fresh onslaught of pain. Finally the pain faded to a managable level, and Norpo breathed a sigh of relief. <You ok?>
<Not great. But I'll live. You?> Tia replied.
<Ok. You should probably eat something,> the Yeerk said.
<Not hungry.>
<Yeah, right,> Norpo said, rolling her eyes. "She'll have some soup. Nothing with meat, if possible." He didn't want her getting ill.

[Myitt]

"Hey, I was kinda serious," Myitt said, handing them a cup of instant heating tomato soup.  "You think we keep chickens and cows down here?  Only freeze-dried, and mostly for the Taxxons."  Even she shuddered a little.

<Come on, you can't tell me you don't want a hamburger sometimes,> Tara said.  <At least, I do.>

Mike had drifted into an uncomfortable sleep, muttering something about rugby, and Fernak washed his hands nearby at a little sink.  "You need any more help in here, Gerlan?"

Gerlan frowned.  "Not right now, he looks stable," he said. 

Fernak nodded.  "Page me if you need anything.  I've got reports to write."  The former EMT rolled his eyes and left the room. 

"So where are you all from?" Gerlan asked, nodding at Aurora.  "Hi, I'm Gerlan, and Shizuo.  What's your name?"

[traycon3]

"I was being serious, too. She can't have any soup with chicken or beef broth," Norpo replied skimming the list of ingredients. "You need some protein later," he said before getting the soup to heat itself up.